We laughed, we cried (a lot, like every time the crowd cheered), enjoyed a beer, got to spend time with half of the Torrone clan (missed you Malia and Charlie!), got a new hat, spilled nacho cheese on the baby, petted Rhubarb, and left before the sixth inning. All in all it was a fun day at the ballpark.
I'm so perplexed by Rhubarb. Why is he a reindeer? Shouldn't he be a baby moose? That would make more sense to me.
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